文本歌词

Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar
N***as wanna stop askin' who I are
Hands on my waist tryna find out
If I'm gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down
I'm a rock hip hop pop star
Can't check out the door in a fast car
Never run from nothin' when I come thru
Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
I don't like to dance to a slow song
You too close and I can't get my groove on
Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter watch me two step to somethin'
Tippy toes tip and make a mean walk
I ain't tryna listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the third time
Boy come and get it
Watch me make these n***as fall in line
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pass out
Get my coat from the check 'fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the front and I jump in
Catch a look comin' from the n***as in the black Benz
Red light and now they tryna hop in
Remember when I was in school I was your boyfriend
Got the tint so we never entertain those
Hungry a*s groupies on the phone like they got h*es
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
Now I'm feelin' m'm m'm good
Eyes filled up with the bloodshots
Look like a lay up with the legs out
Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone
Keep keep talkin'
Keep keep talkin'
Keep keep talkin'
Keep keep talkin'
Who's this man who's not star
Yet you wondering who I are
On track with rock hip hop star the pop star
Who the man behind hot bars
Smoke I'm soon to be popular
Now where he from
Is it my city your city
All you need to know I come from a d**e city
Never shoot the boys still keep the d**e Bentley
Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny
And when I'm lookin' for a freak really picky picky
And if it smell icky tell her pull up her Vickie's
But if it smell alright I might do the licky licky
Let you suck on my neck but please no hickie hickies
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
Hicky Hicky Hicky
Aww s**t
I can make a whole song talk s**t